I flagged down a cab along Rizal Drive at The Fort the other morning and the first thing the driver told me was, "Ma'am, naiihi na po ako (Ma'am, I really need to pee)". What do you do if a stranger tells you he needs to pee? The driver and I both know that peeing on the snobbish condominium walls of the Fort is unthinkable. His discomfort was apparent, because he was squirming in his seat and he can't even remember where we were going. As I have no intention of dying in a car accident with somebody who has a bursting bladder, I suggested we look for a gas station. Fortunately, we saw a construction site. So the driver illegally parked on the curb and literally jumped out to relieve himself.
Happier with an empty bladder, he told me how this has happened before, and he had to pee in a small plastic bottle. He said he almost filled the bottle to the brim. He was expecting me to say something so I said, "Imagine if the content spilled...uhm, your hands would've gotten wet (as if THAT was the most pressing issue...)."
At the back of my mind I was thinking, "Oh God, I hope I have exact change. The guy just pee'd, didn't wash.........oh dear, manong, keep the change. I insist."
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